The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-10-16
THE MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY, OCTOBER Is, 1887.


recog lize a son of toll as his equal! Surely
Charlie had more nobility Of heart to snub
one because of his occupation.
II must get work of some kind thought
Virgil, 'or else we shall all soon be reduced
to absolute want The hope l once cher
ished Of becoming q professional man is
dead-faded with other dreams of my boy
hood. My efforts to secure position in the
mercantile world have all proved fruit
to do. l must seek employment in the
working sphere | will not be above hon
est toll. viii not regard the sights and
sneers of few shallow-minde people.
will not care for the opinion of society,
since it has done nothing to pre-
vent my taking this contemplated
step. Hard toll, it is said, roughens
and soils the visage and renders
hands unfit for a person of refinement to
touch. But | will not heed what they say
So long as l keep my heart and body UNI
soiled, it doesn't matter about my hands or
face | will lay aside all pride and toll
bravely, unselfishly-in blacksmith-shop,
if | can get nothing to do elsewhere-for
Millions sake. He shall have what fate
denies me-a finished education He shall
shine in the intellectual world, if he have
the intellect. On, how sweet 1t will be by
and by, when he will have reached the PIN
nacle of human knowledge to point to him
and proudly claim: He is my brotherr
How gloriously shall l be rewarded then
for the years of toll and sacrifice! / will
live for him-not for myself! God bless
him-my bright, beautiful brother
could bear nything for his sake! Here is a
caYpenter-shop Shall l enter"
He halted for a moment, undecided
whether he would enter or not. Then, man
fully, he opened the door and walked into
the shop
Are you the foreman of the establish
ment sir" he inquired of a man whose self
important air was sufficient proof of his
"boSshipn
Eyes, sir" replied the pompous fellow,
in affable tones, thinking Virgil mad come
to have some work done. WANT some
building or repairing done sirf Walk
round here to the fire and warm yourself"
and the speaker. his face wreathed in
smiles, placed a chair before the stove.
Thank you, sir; but do not care to sit
down. Do you want a boy to learn the
trade!'
mo, "said, his lordship, the affable express
sion fading instantly from his features.
"Aint got 'nough work to keep what hands
| got agoing. Spect I'll be bleeged to put
off two or three Saturday night Judging
from your appearance and your watch and
chain, was ia hopes you was customer
when you come in here"
Il am sorry, sir, my visit raised false
hopes"
And, politely bowling to the coarse, POM
pous man, Virgil left the shop.
Ee made several more efforts to get
work, but without success; and, at last,
tired and dispiritei, he resolved to return
home. lie changed his mind, however as
he turned into Franklin street
81 will go to see Charlie" he thought
IF f.ha nj "
will do me good. Good company Is often a
better specific for dependency than asa
fntida or any other drug"
He continued bis walk up Franklin street
until he came within sight OF the tall,
prson-like fence surrounding the oil fair
grounds Since converted into Monroe
Park. Pausing before large, elegant
mansion, he asked boy if he could direct
him to Mr.. Morliss' house.
you are standing right before it, sir"
was the child'S reply.
Virgil thanked the little fellow for his in
formation, and, mounting the front step,
rang the bell The door was opened by a
mulatto man, to whom the youth handed
his card.
''Oh, youse Mr.. Paine" cried the man,
reading the name printed upon the bit of
pasteboard Mr. Charities been looking
for you all the morning, and an hour or
two ago, thinking you warn't coming, went
out riding with his mother But he told
me if YOU should come while he was away,
was to make you stay until ne comes
back
when do you think he win return.o
''It won't be long, sir. Walk in. Walk
in and wait for niln.n
With these words, the mulatto ushered
our hero into the parlor. The sound of
voices convinced Virgil that the room had
other occupants, and turning. he beheld
only a few feet from him, near the folding
doors, Pauline NORRIS, the young girl to
whom he had been introduced the day be-
fore, standing by the side of beautiful,
dark complexioned girl of not more than Is
years, who was seated at piano, with her
slender fingers gliding mechanically over
the keys.
Excuse me young ladies' he STAN
mered somewhat confused. Il trust l am
not an intruder"
Pauline saw his confusion, and, though
embarrassed herself, resolved, with the IN.
stinct Of well-bred person, to put his en-
barrassnent to flight.
Certainly not" she said, smiling. MY
cousin has finished practlcing. Florine-
turning to the girl beside her-this is Mr.
Paine, one of Charles friends"
As Florine turned to acknowledged the in
PRODUCTION, Virgil was struck with the girls
dark, Indian-like beauty, which stood out
in prominent contrast with the fair lowell
ness of her cousin, and a strange sensation
stirred his young heart.
"Can you play, Mr.. Painew asked Pau
line, at a loss for topic upon which to con-
verse.
Eyes, Miss Morriss," he answered, but at
that moment he heartily wished he could
have replied in the negative.
"Can you not favor us with some music?'
continued Pauline.
He hesitated.
"Oh, please, sir" pleaded Florine, turning
her beautiful black eyes upon him. and
witchlng manner.
Those eyes and that smile were more than
Virgil could resist, and, rising from his
seat, he took the one she had vacated.
Il trust you will be kind enough to par
don all blunders, he said, his face as Grim
son as rose. II haven't performed upon
an instrument since last summer
''Oh, certainly" said the girls, simulta-
neously
Not until he had taken his seat at the pi-
ano did the poor boy fully realize the en-
barrassment of his position. What should
he playa Surely in his depression he could
not stoop to such mockery as to render any
light or joyous music. AT length, how
ever his embarrassment wore Off He
seemed to grow oblivious of the presence of
the two girls, and, touching the keys with a
grace that seemed perfectly natural, he
burst forth in the sweet, plaintive hymn of
Muhlenberg-the language of his, sad,